dear readers, herself is poorly. she has a bad cough. himself, believing man-flu to be the worst that can befall one, and knowing that herself as a woman cannot possibly catch man-flu, is less than sympathetic. herself has been coughing all over the house. it is so bad that my lady friend and i have taken to hiding at the first sound of a cough in case her lungs turn themselves inside out, land on our heads and smother us.
yesterday she finally went to see the doc. the doc is a vet for people. the doc gave her anti-biotics. i would have given her some of mine if only she had asked. they have not yet kicked in so she spent the whole night unable to lie down without coughing.
in the middle of one particularly voluminous coughing fit herself staggered out of bed and out to the sofa where himself was snoring to himself. he was also snoring to most of the neighbourhood if the truth be told.
"lovey, i can't breathe properly!" she gasped. "get an air freshener!" mumbled himself.
"no really, i can't breathe properly. i don't want to keel over if there's no-one around!"
"well, stop coughing then," grunted himself. herself took a sip of water. "and don't drink water, it makes you cough." with that he turned over and resumed his snorathon.
you just can't get the staff...